AMY'S POV

Of all the times to come in, when I was getting dressed? I continued to hold my clothes up, shock on my face as I watched him come in.

“Uh—” Antonio mouthed.

Uh, what? Could he just leave? We were in a relationship that wasn't even real; there was no need for him to make it to my room. “I'm sorry. I didn't think you would be getting dressed. I looked at the camera a while ago—” He explained while I nodded. “I'll be back in half an hour.”

“Thank you, Antonio.”

He walked out and shut the door without saying a word. I let out a sigh,...